LiveJournal auto-post: It's Like Jesus
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sevendeadlyfunInspired by girlpire's autopost beauty...
Pairing: Xander/?
Rating: NC-17 overall
A/N: Written for my psych_30 table, prompt # 30 denial.
This will be a supreme irritant for awhile. Eventually, these rampaging loonies will get bored and go bother somebody else. You can't stop them, because as good old Winston says "A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and compare it to yours.”
Xander damn near growled at that. They all had things they wanted to forget, ugliness they wished they’d never seen. How come Angel got a free pass while they had to play on or off the set.James stood up, stretching muscles gone numb from being tied to a chair. A sideways glance at Nick and they both jumped. Spike grabbed the remote, stabbing it viciously and the smiling children faded from view.
Xander inhaled sharply and asked, “Dawnie?
”Spike sighed, suddenly weary. “Yeah. Got her readin’ Peaches’ “Self-Help for Wankers” book. She’s not exactly turning cartwheels.”
Xander smiled at him, eyes flickering again, he grimaced. “Well, not on purpose…”
What the bloody hell are you talking about? She fall on top of him, Lips met, soft wet kisses that made Dave whimper as he thrust his cock into Angelus’ loose grip.
“Oh yeah, Sire…may I taste her? Want a nice mouthful of cunny while you fuck me.” Angelus paused, fingers tugging on the heavy sac between Spike’s legs. He didn’t want to miss most of it stuck here with the likes of you.
”“I was raised up to be the Master, the strong Daddy. Letting his Childe fuck him would have meant giving up his power. But the thought of Angel and Oz going mano a mano is exciting,” Faith suggested.“Or maybe because Angel's soul is in peril? After all, he's been pretty happy lately,”
Willow leveled a thoughtful glare at Faith.“Hey, not that happy!” Faith raised her hands in surrender. “I'm not really a happy-maker. I dish out misery only.”
“You know, I kinda wonder about that,” Oz pondered. “Everyone focuses on the naughty part of Angel's happiness. I mean, sure, a good orgasm is a thing of beauty. But, still, perfect happiness doesn't always come in naked packages. Angel's had a few scenes with touching, and every damn time, James managed to draw the scene out.
His fingers would linger, trailing almost seductively over Dave’s skin. Hell, the torture scene had been so long since anyone had touched him lovingly. He’d always craved the love, the closeness, the sense of not so much killing as slaying and not being machine like."
"Unless it were a size two machine that had some really cute capri's from the gap," said WIllow.
"Oh whatever,' snorted Cordelia. "I don't know how to explain. Imagine that you have any friends who haven’t tried to kill him or shag him and beautiful girls who…who…who had loved him for over a century without getting so much as the…”
“People,” Willow shrilled. “Could we get back to the feeling of this strong masculine body pressed against him."
Angel tore himself away from that voice. His face felt wrong and it didn’t. Leaving felt worse, and Xander curled up, trying to stop the offending noise. His hand hit something solid, and he jerked as he shot long ropey strings of semen over his belly. Fingers clenched inside, prodding and pushing at his sweet spot, forcing out more and more difficult. Spike had been regaling Angel with tales of his misadventures in Sunnydale. The antics of his Niblet, the many times he flustered The Watcher, and to Angel's great delight, the humiliations of Xander Harris.
girlpire's autopost beauty...Pairing: Xander/?
Rating: NC-17 overall
A/N: Written for my psych_30 table, prompt # 30 denial.
This will be a supreme irritant for awhile. Eventually, these rampaging loonies will get bored and go bother somebody else. You can't stop them, because as good old Winston says "A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and compare it to yours.”
Xander damn near growled at that. They all had things they wanted to forget, ugliness they wished they’d never seen. How come Angel got a free pass while they had to play on or off the set.James stood up, stretching muscles gone numb from being tied to a chair. A sideways glance at Nick and they both jumped. Spike grabbed the remote, stabbing it viciously and the smiling children faded from view.
Xander inhaled sharply and asked, “Dawnie?
”Spike sighed, suddenly weary. “Yeah. Got her readin’ Peaches’ “Self-Help for Wankers” book. She’s not exactly turning cartwheels.”
Xander smiled at him, eyes flickering again, he grimaced. “Well, not on purpose…”
What the bloody hell are you talking about? She fall on top of him, Lips met, soft wet kisses that made Dave whimper as he thrust his cock into Angelus’ loose grip.
“Oh yeah, Sire…may I taste her? Want a nice mouthful of cunny while you fuck me.” Angelus paused, fingers tugging on the heavy sac between Spike’s legs. He didn’t want to miss most of it stuck here with the likes of you.
”“I was raised up to be the Master, the strong Daddy. Letting his Childe fuck him would have meant giving up his power. But the thought of Angel and Oz going mano a mano is exciting,” Faith suggested.“Or maybe because Angel's soul is in peril? After all, he's been pretty happy lately,”
Willow leveled a thoughtful glare at Faith.“Hey, not that happy!” Faith raised her hands in surrender. “I'm not really a happy-maker. I dish out misery only.”
“You know, I kinda wonder about that,” Oz pondered. “Everyone focuses on the naughty part of Angel's happiness. I mean, sure, a good orgasm is a thing of beauty. But, still, perfect happiness doesn't always come in naked packages. Angel's had a few scenes with touching, and every damn time, James managed to draw the scene out.
His fingers would linger, trailing almost seductively over Dave’s skin. Hell, the torture scene had been so long since anyone had touched him lovingly. He’d always craved the love, the closeness, the sense of not so much killing as slaying and not being machine like."
"Unless it were a size two machine that had some really cute capri's from the gap," said WIllow.
"Oh whatever,' snorted Cordelia. "I don't know how to explain. Imagine that you have any friends who haven’t tried to kill him or shag him and beautiful girls who…who…who had loved him for over a century without getting so much as the…”
“People,” Willow shrilled. “Could we get back to the feeling of this strong masculine body pressed against him."
Angel tore himself away from that voice. His face felt wrong and it didn’t. Leaving felt worse, and Xander curled up, trying to stop the offending noise. His hand hit something solid, and he jerked as he shot long ropey strings of semen over his belly. Fingers clenched inside, prodding and pushing at his sweet spot, forcing out more and more difficult. Spike had been regaling Angel with tales of his misadventures in Sunnydale. The antics of his Niblet, the many times he flustered The Watcher, and to Angel's great delight, the humiliations of Xander Harris.